So for the time being I decided to wait for her to make a move first. It was a Thursday night and like normal, Celle’s husband was getting ready to...head out to work for the night shift, the only difference was that this night my girl had made plans to hang out and have dinner with a few friends she hadn’t seen in months. She had asked me to come with her but I insisted she go alone and have fun with her friends. In my mind I knew that it would be only I and Celle in the house, at least for a. I never saw him again, even though you said you got help for him. Unless you can produce a living breathing Bruce, you are going to go away for life. Plus all the other stuff they can hang on you, That time is in a state pen. Now you probably wonder why I keep saying a state pen, Well I put a few other guys in the pen. They tell me you can get quite a beat down for a carton of cigarettes. Tell me Barry how man cartons of cigarettes do you think a broken rib is worth to a woman on the outside?. "It was really very cool. I'm glad we-you did it. Fulfilling your fantasies is what this is all about, right?" She went to her knees, and made wide, circular sweeps with the sponge on my tummy, sides, and up underneath my breasts. "We," she had said, and stopped herself. I liked the fact that she felt that my adventure had also become hers, and not so much a "you pay me, I do what you say" kind of thing. That was the reality, the arrangement; I knew that, of course. But so far, she made it seem. Our first time.My eyes caught the phrase I had written when I was 10. “Girls Suck!” scrawled in fifth grade letters, about a foot above the floor. The letters rested about an inch above a wooden box.A box that back then held whatever treasure or game we wanted to play. I was sure it was empty now. Just sitting there, covering up my past, our past, our lives.I scrunched my back up against the scratchy wall and pushed my eyes closed and pressed my head backward into the roughness. Letting my.